"Wake up, Hailey! Wake up!" The door of the cupboard banged against my head. I moaned quietly, wishing I'd moved my head before I'd fallen asleep last night. I sat up and banged my head against the stairs above me. I rubbed the sore spot while cursing my horrible living conditions. I put a t-shirt on over top of the tank top I'd fallen asleep in and turned the knob on the inside of the door. Dudley ran by and slammed the door, causing me to topple backwards into the side wall. I scowled and pushed my way out of the cupboard. I heard my aunt's shrill voice calling to me from the kitchen. I took my time going in because really, who wants to go in there? I finally made my way into the kitchen and was immediately handed an extensive list of chores. Sighing, I sat down and looked at the pitiful plate placed in front of me.
"Really," I began," I weigh less than a small dog, and this is all you're feeding me?"
"Well, you are a bitch." Dudley replied, coming into the kitchen. I stood, prepared for a fight, when I remembered the Hogsmeade permission form I needed signed. I hadn't brought it up yet, and a knock down fight with Dudley didn't seem like the best way to achieve my goal. I sat back down, red faced but trying to calm myself down. My anger issues were getting worse which was not good for my situation at the Dursleys. Without another word, I went back to the cupboard to go change into work clothes. I would've been in the spare bedroom upstairs, but due to an incident involving a bit of uncontrolled magic, I was pretty much banished to this god forsaken cupboard until I outgrew it. I changed back into a tank top and short shorts that I'd cut off a few years after I'd gotten them. I stepped out and looked over the list that I'd left on the table. The first thing was cleaning up Dudley's room which was the absolute last thing I wanted to do. With thoughts of finding a gas mask to enter the disaster area, I walked up the stairs and kicked the door open. I began cleaning up the clothing that was strewn about the room, tossing everything in the hamper whether it was clean or not. After a while, Dudley and Piers Polkiss entered.
"Hey Potter, nice ass." Piers remarked, smacking his hand across it. I stopped what I was doing and froze, trying to hide the anger so that I didn't whip out my wand and try to kill someone.
"Excuse me." I said, standing up, deeming my work finished only because I needed to leave. His room looked pretty good if I did say so myself. They wouldn't let me leave. I continued pacing my breathing. I tried to ram through them again. Piers grabbed my shoulders, hitting my breast on purpose and shoved me back in to the room. Immediately, I reacted on impulse. I shoved Piers to the floor and pushed Dudley out of the way. It was a wonder that I didn't break my arm on the 300 pound moron. I pushed my way outside to do whatever was next out there to stay as far away from the youngest perverts I knew. I weeded out the garden and did pretty much everything on that list as quickly and efficiently as possible. Hopefully, it would put Uncle Vernon in a good mood when he came home so that he would sign the slip. Otherwise, I had no hope of going to Hogsmeade with Ron and Hermione. I was thankful when Piers left. The two boys had been secretly (well not so secretly) spying on me to continue allowing Piers time to look at my ass. I ignored them as best I could by telling myself that it could totally be worse if Draco Malfoy was there. Actually, come to think of it, Malfoy would be better than these perverts. By five o'clock, I was practically jumping out of my high tops for him to get home. And that was the ONLY time I would be waiting to see him. I was sitting in my cupboard, doing school work, when I heard the door slam.
"This place is oddly clean." He muttered, just loud enough for me to hear. I scrambled out of the cupboard, knowing I had to catch him in the right moment if I wanted any chance of winning this soon to be argument.
"Uncle Vernon, I need to ask you something." I breathed.
"Well, then spit it out girl!" He responded loudly. Clearly, his just even being in my presence made him angry. The feeling was mutual.
"There's a form I need you to sign for Hog-school." I pulled the crinkled form from my pocket and held it out for him to read. He snatched it from my hand, leaving a nasty paper cut. He sighed. I waited anxiously for him to take his pen and just sign it. He never did. He just handed it back.
"I'll make a deal with you, girl. Marge is coming for the week. If you act civil, I'll sign the ruddy form." He waddled away. Aunt Marge and I didn't have an excellent track record. Being civil with her for seven or more days would be a challenge. But I wanted to go to Hogsmeade. So bring it on.